Chapter 203 Demon Swing Sword

"Roar!" The red dragon roared, looking at the dragon's claws that were strangling his neck, lowered his head, opened his mouth full of sharp dragon teeth, and bit down.

"Pfft!" Hot dragon blood was sprayed, which was splashed from the mouth of the red dragon.

"How is that possible?" The Red Dragon Outlet, whose mouth was bleeding, looked at the position where he had just bitten, and it was still bright with golden light, not even a single tooth mark was left.

"It shouldn't be like this!" He went all out, but he didn't even bite the opponent's scales. Instead, the red dragon's face, which had broken several dragon teeth, showed an unbelievably dull look.

"Even if you are the descendant of the Dragon King, your dragon scales can't be so strong, why can't I bite?"

"Because you are too weak!" Morea's two strong front claws, one buckled on its thick neck, and the other paw slammed towards its head fiercely.

A few blood-stained dragon teeth and a few fine dragon scales flew out, and the mouth of the Red Dragon Outlet was smashed by Mu Ruiya's claws, and the jaw was deformed and almost broken.

This old red dragon tried his best not to bite Morea's scale armor, not because his dragon scale defense has been so strong, but because of his tenth exclusive weapon, or armor - Saint Yao Huangyuan.

The armor, which is made of a mixture of more than ten legendary metals, combines the blood and soul of Morea, giving it life and almost becoming a part of his body.

This is the first time that Morea has revealed the form of a dragon after successfully casting ten exclusive weapons.

When it was just revealed, Moreya felt that something was wrong. Shengyao Huangyuan appeared with his dragon body, without his deliberate drive. Naturally, it seemed to be part of his dragon body.

Shengyao Huangyuan is merging with his dragon scales!

Therefore, he has this almost cheating defense.

Among the five-colored dragons, the red dragon with the strongest physique of the same rank could not bite him with all his strength.

"Submit, or die!"

Moreya Yao's golden dragon eyes stared at the red dragon outlet where there was no intact red dragon on the body, and the body seemed to be filled with the light golden dragon's power, pressing down on it.

"..." The red dragon was silent, and now it was abused by Moreya, and it was only then that he realized how ridiculous his thoughts just now were, to capture a descendant of the first-generation dragon king alive? It really doesn't work, just kill it directly?

what a ridiculous idea,

At this moment, the Scarlet Wings Outlets felt a kind of despair, a kind of despair that came from being crushed by blood. Moreover, this gap will gradually widen over time.

"Heh, are you still hesitating?" Morea grabbed the red dragon's head with his front paws and smashed it into the small hill covered with gravel, "I'll give you a little more time to think about it, when I clean up After the group of green dragons, I will ask you again, I hope you can give me an answer that satisfies me at that time.”

"Clean up that group of green dragons?" The red dragon outlet's head melted with magma-like red-gold dragon eyes, and looked at a golden dragon with dragon claws pressing against his head in amazement.

"What do you want to do?"

"I lost a group of dragons, a very large group. Now that I meet you, I'll find a replacement for the time being." Morea looked at the green dragon group above Variant.

"Do you want them to surrender to you? Impossible, they are the legendary ancient green dragon, the subordinates of Ysera, the mother of jade."

"Legendary ancient dragon!" Moreya squinted his eyes, his strong dragon claws stretched out, and then an epee with more than 30 meters inscribed with mysterious ancient divine inscriptions appeared in his claws.

Then, Morea held the Demon Swing Sword, and in the terrified eyes of the old red dragon, a sword stabbed into its heart.

hold head high! A mournful, high-pitched dragon roar filled with endless pain sounded. After the red dragon, whose heart was pierced by the Sang Demon Sword, let out a hoarse scream, he slumped to the ground. The hot dragon blood stained the Sang Demon Sword. Then, Its pair of dragon wings drooped down and lay softly on the ground.

"This is to prevent you from escaping." Morea looked at the red dragon who was in great pain when his sword pierced the heart, and said lightly, "If you just surrendered to me, you wouldn't suffer this kind of pain."

For the soul-level dragon, the heart is no longer the key point. Even if the heart is damaged, as long as it does not die, it can still grow and recover. However, no longer the key point, that is, one of its weaknesses, the dragon heart is still the most important power condensing point on the dragon.

"You..." The red dragon looked at Morea angrily, with obvious weakness on his body. Its dragon body was pierced, but not a drop of dragon blood was spilled, because all the blood was inserted in the The sword on it was absorbed, and the sword was swallowing its power.

"Think about it." Morea got up, let go of the red dragon, spread her wings, and flew into the sky. Suppressed by the Sang Demon Sword, Morea was worried that it could run away. As his exclusive weapon, this sword was equivalent to a part of him.

However, at this moment, Morea's huge and majestic golden dragon body froze in the air, and then countless moon-white ropes emerged in the void, wrapping around him one by one, trying to restrain his body.

The face of Murray, who was suddenly restrained, did not show any panic, as if he had expected this scene long ago, and his eyes were full of indifference: "It's very good, I didn't abandon this dragon, but it's too self-sufficient. ."

Moreya's dragon head shifted slightly, looking down, just such a small movement broke several moon white ropes wrapped around him.

Below, a werewolf with a height of nearly five meters, standing on the back of the red dragon, a pair of wolf claws stretched out to the hilt of the Sang Demon Sword, most of which was inserted into the body of the red dragon, trying to hold the sword and pull it out. , let the red dragon get out of trouble.

But just as the werewolf's claws approached the hilt of the sword, golden thunder burst out from it, slashing on it, and the fiery dragon flame ignited, burning the hair on the werewolf's claws to the ground, and the soul of the werewolf There was a very obvious look of pain on his face, but he forcibly held back and said nothing.

A pair of charred wolf claws clawed towards the hilt of the sword. Under the scorching of the golden thunder and dragon flames, the flesh and blood of his claws began to die, turning into carbon-like objects and falling off.

Then the white bones that shone with metallic luster were exposed, and then quickly turned black. But at least it can withstand the scorching of dragon flames and the slashing of golden thunder.

"As expected of a werewolf, it really looks like a wolf." Seeing a werewolf whose claws had turned into charred bones and still did not give up, Morea praised, and then moved his body lightly, and all the ropes tied to him collapsed. Broken, turned into strands of moonlight overflowing.

"Hum hum!"

Three muffled hums sounded next to Morea, and then three tall werewolves appeared in mid-air, looking at him with horror in their eyes.